Half an hour later we were putting our instruments back into their cases and getting ready to go when Velt interrupted our packing.

"Good rehearsal people, I've seen a lot of improvement, and I expect to see a lot more in the not-so-distant future. Have a nice day." With that bizarre statement Velt shoved his hands deeply into the pockets of his shorts and ambled out of the building, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving us to glance around the room in confusion.

Shaking his head, Red shoved his trombone case under his bunk and stood up. "Okay. What he meant was that he'd seen some improvement, but a lot more is needed form each of you before we will be anywhere above a 'good' level. He's just too polite to come out and say it."

"Or too stupid." muttered a nondescript looking boy from the other side of the room. Red's eyes flashed.

"What did you say?" he said slowly, his voice dangerously calm.

"I said that he was too stupid to come out and say anything properly. Perhaps you are too, or maybe you're just deaf." the boy said mockingly. In an instant Red had moved across the room and was holding the boy against the wall by his shirt collar. Swiftly a tall white-haired boy walked over to where Red had the boy pinned.

"Red - calm down. He doesn't know what he's saying. He doesn't know what happened. Calm down. Let him go. It's okay. Calm down." the tall boy said quietly to Red. "Let him go." Clenching his jaw Red dropped the boy, then turned on his heel and loudly stormed out of the cabin, displaying none of the sureness of stride that he seemed to be known for.

The boy Red had dropped got up and dusted himself off. "I should have him arrested for that. At the very least get both him and his precious Velt thrown out of this school district." he snapped, making the white-haired boy turn back towards him.

"Go ahead. Any judge would throw the case of court, the principle would laugh in your face. Apparently you're the only one in our state that doesn't have a high enough IQ level to see who you're insulting before you do so." Before the boy could voice another insult or threat, he turned back to the room. "The rest of you - I don't want to hear any of this discussed. Got it? Good. You have the next three hours and forty-five minutes to finish unpacking and familiarize yourself with the camp. Then you have supper - after that, marching block. I strongly suggest that you leave Red alone 'till then. It might be wisest for your continued health." He finished. Picking up his trombone case and heading towards the cabin door he paused without looking back. "And for the record - I'm called Angel." he said, then walked out the door.

a/n - okay, i'm sorry for the short chapter people, but you have to admit, it was a good place to end it. what did ya'll think of angel. and remember, tell me in your reviews if you want me to email you a charictor discription sheet. it gives the charictor's ages, grades, hair and eye color, instament, nick name, hight, and other stuff depending on how much you've learned about that charictor so far in the story. like, for instance, it'll tell you that the fact that Moss was crying in 'silent tears' was an important fact to remember, but it won't tell you why, yet. heh heh (evil laugh). i'm okay, really.

individual reviewers: i didn't really give ya'll that much time to review after i posted that last chapter this morning, so sorry 'bout that.

Jinxd n cursed: congrats! you were my only reviewer last chapter. did your school not start yet or something? bummer 'bout those band teachers. but you're right, at least you have one right now. that's what counts. thanks for the review!